When Lady Irene saw her husband buy a female pleasure slave at auction, she scandalized the whole aristocracy with her outrageous response. And now there's a book telling every pornographic detail of her adventure.

Did you hear? Lady Irene is back. But she's a slave now. The things she does! It's appalling. I don't know personally, of course. I'd never go near the slave kennels. But you know what disgusting things slaves do. Any gentleman can get anything he wants from a slave. Anything. Someone wrote a book about it. Atrocious. It's pure pornography. The worst kind of smut. Terrible!

Slave Irene is getting her comeuppance at last. That professor Krauss owns her now. You know about him? He admits openly that he's a sadist. Says that torture is a fine art. He does terrible things to slaves. But that Irene's a wily one. I heard that she's roaming around the streets, free, hanging out with unsavoury characters. I don't know what's going on with that. I just don't know.

The Lady Irene scandal keeps getting worse and worse. She's owned by commoners now. A dozen laborers who work with their hands. Big, strong men with greasy hair and dirt under their fingernails. A dozen of them. Imagine. They must be rutting her day and night, day after day after day. Forcing themselves on her, one after another. I think I'm getting the vapors thinking about it.

Slave Irene is up to new tricks. She's not only struggling to keep Sir Drake from having her killed, she's meeting with respectable ladies and telling them awful things. She wants to change everything. She's got professors and lawyers and lords helping her. You know how a pleasure slave gets men to do what she wants – by giving all of them as much pleasure as they want. She's got no shame.